Cockroaches that sneak-attack you in the bathroom and scurrying in the dish cabinets, beetles crawling through my sheets, ants sneaking in through the walls, terminates gnawing through the walls. Yes, I live in Honduras, and yes, insects and bugs and all things creepy-crawly are a way of life, but do they need to be spooning with me in my bed?! A couple nights a week one of us will wake up the others with screaming and flailing, flicking bugs of our faces and out of our beds, unable to go back to sleep because of the ghostly ants running up and down our legs. I have become the Nazi of our balcony door, barking at anyone who leaves it even a smidgen ajar, as any insect will waste no time in finding refuge in our humble abode.
Welcome to the rainy season in Santa Lucia. Viene la lluvia. The mountains turn greener and the bugs get bolder. Oh mom, it would make you cringe.
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